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There's an old shrine concealed beneath this growth...

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There's nothing to do here anymore.

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There's nothing to do here.

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These babies at max volume would blow the houseboat clear out of the water.

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These floor cups are full of... piss.

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They must have assembled the pipes here.

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They never got around to putting up the new wallpaper.

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They say that, once, a whole tribe stumbled upon the valley during their winter migration, and they became enamoured with those plants --…

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They should install an elevator.

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They're gone.

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Thick cables -- an addition. Their outer sheath screams 'high voltage'.

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Thin plates of metal buckle and wurble with the wind.

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Think, operant. If you were you, what would you get up to?

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This cat's furniture is nicer than yours.

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This complex stretches as far under the hillside as it does over it.

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This elevator goes straight to the roof.

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This is a template thought flow, the content is not set yet.

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This is kind of beautiful.

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This is the door you came in from. Muffled voices rise from the shop below.

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This is what remains of the Portofiro's bright futurist mania.

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This keeps nothing in nor out.

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This line of work can be nothing but songs you sing to yourself between curtain calls.

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This lock looks pickable.

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This looks almost new.

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This looks recent.

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This must be the collapsed awning over the main entrance.

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This noticeboard is covered in wet paper.

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This place is not as you left it. The world moved on behind your back.

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This sign used to have a name on it, before the years smeared it away.

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This stony face... does not ring a bell.

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This tank's not fuel. It's liquid oxygen.

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This tuk-tuk has been parked for some time.

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This was originally a photo developing lab, but you may twist it to suit your needs.

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Three engineers clustered on the viewing platform, staring into the depths below.

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Three postboxes, all of them missing the occupant's names.

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Three posters stare back at you from the wall. A watchful triad, ready to creep into your midnight's hour.

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Through the cracked drawer, you can see the cabinet is mostly empty.

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Tickets for a losing match, torn to shreds.

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Tightly-wound rolls of paper, begging to be unravelled.

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Tiny creatures peer from plastic capsules, their freedom left to chance.

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Tiny diodes scattered across the bedside table's surface, abandoned mid-project.

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Tiny figures jog across the screen, lobbing the hard pelota ball back and forth.

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Tiny prison bars.

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Tiny rusted switches, their labels worn off.

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Too many pipes to keep track of, serpentine, cold.

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Too small for a guard dog.

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Tools. Weapons. Watch out.

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Trash, washed up here from a thousand miles away.

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Treasure for a kid. Alas...

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Trembling in her seat. Her eyes won't meet yours.

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